Knitting Keeps Me Sane

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

They're back! Glimpse, You Are My Sunshine, and Love Wins are being released this month from Three Irish Girls with the profits going to SHARE as they have in the past. (Yes, I'm a little late in posting. I blame moving to a new house and being totally distracted by all the details. I did, however, order my yarn the very first day!) I cannot express how moved I was that Glimpse was being re-released. This has been a hard year in my journey of grief, and knowing that Glimpse will again be in my hands, knitting his memory into my life and into things to be worn and seen, while he can't be seen, is a great gift of comfort. I hope other mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters and grandmothers and grandfathers and aunts and uncles and friends can feel the same sense of closeness and comfort from Glimpse, You Are My Sunshine, and Love Wins. I do get a Glimpse of my Sunshine. Our Love for him does Win out over grief. We may never cease grieving for our lost loves, whoever they were and however old they were when they left us, but we will bring them with us into the rest of our lives and never forget them. Wearing their memory, in public or in private, is a part of the journey of life and grief.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

I had been having regular contractions every day for several
weeks, but they always fizzled out and let me sleep at night.On the Thursday before she was born in
particular, things seemed to progress all day until they spaced out again.Contractions had become a daily chore, but spaced
out enough to sleep at night.Monday
morning, at 4am, after only 4 hours of interrupted sleep, contractions began
and were painful, distracting, and frequent.During the day, the contractions were every 5-10 minutes, regardless of
what I did.I tried napping, but the
contractions were more painful, although it did space out to every 15
minutes.I went to bed hoping to sleep
or have a baby.During the night
contractions spaced out again to every 15 minutes, and were painful enough to
have to breath through.All night
long.Again I was up for the day
early.Dh decided to work from home,
waiting to be needed.Contractions increased in intensity and
frequency, so I called midwives Niki and Joella, and doulas Laura and Kristina.Niki and Joella decided to rearrange their
appointments and come over around 3pm.I
decided to have them check to see if I was making any progress, expecting
little to nothing, and I was at 5cm and the baby at a +1.I cried.I was so happy to be in active labor rather than
still being in an endless pattern of "practice".I
was happy she was coming to be with us and that it wasn’t going to be
long.HA!Yeah, right.My uterus was tilted out over the pelvis, and they thought it was
probably slowing labor.So they put on
the rebozo to help lift the uterus back over the pelvis.It felt really good, although after a while
where the knot was hurt.Anyway, they
left to get what they needed, including naps, I called the doulas to come over
and had Michael set up the birth pool.After Laura and Kristina arrived, they timed me, and contractions were
coming every 5 minutes.So I got in the
pool.It was heaven.And contractions all but stopped.Great.We put on two movies.First we
watched Big Trouble in Little China, which is one of my all time
favorites.It was awesome.Then we watched Tango and Cash.They’re seriously funny movies that I’ve
watched so many times that I can quote it and watch it without watching it, if
you know what I mean.Then Jamie came in
and was talking to Laura and Kristina and said to them, “I guess Sorcha is
going to make it and get to be with us.But Charlie didn’t make it.He
went to Heaven.”I didn’t realize he thought
there was a chance she wouldn’t make it because I always felt that she was
going to be fine, but here was my 5 year old saying he was happy that his
little sister was going to be born and live with us instead of dying and going
to Heaven.I hugged him and cried.After that, it was hard to not think about my
Charlie and to not remember his labor and relive it.I tried to focus on Sorcha.I felt she was okay and that she would be
okay.She was and is okay.

After the midwives returned, I got out and took a walk
around the block with Mama, Laura, and Kristina.Sometimes I stopped to sway through
contractions, but that didn’t really help, so I decided to walk through
them.I felt like I was probably making
better progress that way.We laughed and
I said some really funny things, including how I just wanted to have the baby
so I could sleep again.To heck with
having a baby and all the wonder and joy, I just wanted sleep!Yeah, I guess a week of only a few hours
sleep at night takes it’s toll.We laughed
and got spunky.Mama had to stop walking
a few times to concentrate on not peeing herself she was laughing so hard.There were many times on that walk that I
laughed through a contraction, and as much as that hurt, it felt good.The cold air, the dark night sky, the
company.And my baby moving her way down
to meet us.At one point, we heard a car
collision up the street (minor fender bender), and we joked about pranking the
cops there about me being in labor and giving my statement about what we’d
heard.I guess you probably had to be
there.

When we got back, I had some dinner and walked around some
more.I sat on the ball.I got back in the pool.In the pool, I still had contractions, but they
spaced way out.I tried squatting but
that didn’t help much.Joella checked me
again, and I was around 9 cm, and the head had pulled back a bit.So I got out, wore the rebozo again, and
walked.And OMG that hurt so very
much.So of course that was
working.I walked through some of the
contractions, and stopped to sway through some of them.I tried sitting on the ball again, and
contractions would totally stop.Every.Single.Time.So I walked through contractions, stopping every so often to sit on the
ball for a rest.I would get up before
anyone suggested it.I didn’t want to
delay labor, I just wanted to catch my breath.I cussed a few times, which shocked Kristina.Oh, honey.I’m an army brat.And I may have
said that I was never EVER going to get pregnant again.EVER.Haha!I even told my mom that if
I even suggested getting pregnant again to remind me of this and to notlet me even think about it.She humored me and said she would.

I remember being driven to keep walking.With labor going on so long I worried that
they’d want to discuss going to the hospital.I couldn’t face that.They’d
pressure me.I couldn’t do it.I knew my body was bringing her down, she was
healthy and having a good time in there, active with a very steady and strong
heart beat, with no signs of distress.I
believed she probably had her hands up like Renna did and the walking and
squatting would help.No one mentioned
the hospital and I kept going.

Finally, we decided that things had progressed enough to lay
down and get checked again.Head was
right there, and tilted.Of course.Just like her sister.And then she said there was a cervical
lip.And it was swelling.I had a moment of panic.I could hear the tension and concern in
Joella’s voice and could sense the disappointment in the room although no one
said anything.I knew from reading
research that the baby’s head on the cervix will still draw back a swelling cervix,
so I knew it was possible.But it’s not
well understood and the position to continue labor in that situation, despite
having good scientific backing, is not supported in the US.The cervix “swelling shut” is one of the big scares people talk about as
reasons for c-sections.I’m sure there
are cases where is has seemed the appropriate course of action, but I wasn’t
sure it was necessary here.But I didn’t
think I could defend that position at that moment and felt very vulnerable to
whatever suggestions would be made.And
in that brief moment after Joella said there was swelling, I imagined being
told we needed to go to the hospital and imagined what it would be like.The contractions were coming so close and so
strong that it seemed nothing short of extreme torture and I didn’t know how I
would cope trying to slow labor in such chaos.Joella looked to Niki.Niki gave
her some hand signal, and Joella turned to me and surprised me.She didn’t say anything about going to the
hospital.She was going to push the
cervix back and I was to push really hard.No problem!My body was doing
that already, bearing down was exactly what I wanted to do.So I pushed really hard, and Joella said the
head was almost out.I had pushed her
head around the swollen part, something she had never seen before.YAY!Almost home free!And I pooped
everywhere.All over everything.I couldn’t stop.Every contraction was also a bowel
movement.I was so embarrassed and felt
like it must be the biggest poo in the history of poop, but they were fine with
it and even happy.As Kristina put it
later, “the grosser things are and the more bodily functions going on at once,
the more progress is being made and the closer you are to baby.”I remember being afraid she’d be born into
poo, but she wasn’t.

When her head was out, I demanded they just pull her
out.Haha!Yeah, it doesn’t work that way.And then Joella said something else.The shoulder was stuck.She barely got the words out before Niki and
April were on top of me, pushing on my belly, pushing the baby.They told me to bear down as hard as I
could.I was shocked but had no real
time to react emotionally.I just pushed
really hard.And then she was out at
4:41 am.Joella looked at her for a
second, assessing her, then passed her up to lay on my belly.I was so happy she was there.I talked to her and stroked her.She was calm and beautiful and looking around
like, “Cool.This is what the world is
like.”At some point Niki and Joella
discussed Sorcha’s breathing, saying she was fine, just calm and steady.I later learned that it’s unusual for a baby
that got a shoulder stuck during delivery to not need “serious” help breathing.I’m glad I didn’t know that beforehand or I
would have worried.She was just laying
there, looking around taking it all in, content.

Then the placenta finally came out and it was HUGE.And the cord was still pulsing.With the baby on my belly, and the placenta
out, it was still pulsing.Joella was
listening to it pulsing on the fetoscope, and asked Niki what she should do.Neither of them had ever seen that
before.I guess I’m just full of firsts.Niki said with it being detached that Sorcha
probably wasn’t getting anything from it, so she could cut it.Mama cut the cord and said it was very
thick.She had to sort of saw on it with
the scissors.Joella and Niki cleared away
the bloody pads, and watched the bleeding.And kept watching it.I asked if
I should try to get Sorcha to latch on to help shrink the uterus but they said
it wasn’t necessary.I guess it was too
much bleeding for that to help much.I
think I did latch her on anyway, but she wasn’t that interested.They massaged the uterus but I was bleeding a
lot, so I got two shots of pitocin and a pill.About the time the bleeding stopped, Sorcha latched on really started
feeding. Overall I felt fine, and when I later got up to go to the bathroom, I
didn’t get dizzy.Niki said some
tolerate bloodloss better than others, so I probably didn’t need an iv unless I
wanted it.I should just take my iron
and drink a lot and not be alone when standing up for a while.They checked the uterus again, and it was
much smaller, so they were really happy with that.I got stitched up, and they joked about being
so tired they didn’t want to mess it up.April said that since she had been an EMT for so long she could stitch
me up with her eyes closed and they’d be perfect.I liked that.

They assessed Sorcha, who by then had fed from both sides
and was a happy girl.She pooped 4 times
before they could get her weight.She
was 9lbs 2oz, 21.5” long, and had a 14.75” head, at the normal angle but larger
when tilted, of course. My Sorcha was
finally born and safe in arms, 6 days late.My beacon of light, my joy.She
has been a very easy baby and very happy and growing well.She’s impressed every pediatrician she’s seen
with how robustly she’s growing on “just breastmilk”.That’s my girl.Her brothers and sister love her very much
and love taking care of her and giving her kisses.She has already blessed them with smiles when
they talk to her.Sean has decided
Sorcha is his baby, and his partner the way Jamie and Renna are a pair.They are so very loving and I am so lucky to
have been so blessed as be allowed to be their mother.

Periodically during labor, I talked to Sorcha, encouraging
her to keep moving and working to be born.I didn’t talk to her that much because I remembered talking to Charlie
during my labor with him.I had hoped he
was still alive while I encouraged and consoled him to be born.I hoped we could see him alive before he died
and that I could hold him and that he could feel in his entire body how much I
loved him.Unfortunately, it didn’t work
out that way, and most of the time I talked to him, believing us to be working
together one last time, one flesh for the last time, he was already gone and it
was just me.It was just me working to
deliver what was left of his earthly existence.I wanted to feel that same oneness with Sorcha but this time with a
living child, but couldn’t talk to her much.I didn’t want to remember Charlie’s death while giving his sister life.I probably should have just talked to her and
let the memories come.They did
anyway.I worried that that was keeping
me from progressing, but after her birth and realizing that her head had been
tilted, her hands up, and her shoulders cocked (because her head had been so
tilted), I was relieved it was mostly her position.

Jamie and Renna saw Sorcha crowning, but Jamie freaked out
about seeing the blood and Renna freaked out that I was so loud and in
pain.Mama went to take care of them and
missed the actual birth, which disappointed her greatly.She had missed Sean’s birth because he was
born in a hospital and had to stay with Jamie and Renna while Michael went with
me.She feels that seeing a live birth
will help her healing after seeing Charlie’s stillbirth.Maybe next time.(Yes, I did say next time.)They came back after the birth to meet their
new sister and to check on me.I
couldn’t tell that Jamie had been crying, but they told me he’d been upset but
I could tell Renna had been crying and reassured them both that I was okay and
so was baby Sorcha.We talked about it a
few times in the next few days (a periodically since then), and I told them the
blood was okay, it’s just a part of having what Sorcha needed while she was in
my body.I told them I was loud because
it hurt, but it wasn’t horrible pain, but there was pain and by making noise I
was letting it out so it didn’t hurt so much.They seemed happy with that.

I talked to Laura and Kristina later.They had said how very proud they were of how
hard I worked, and they seemed to be at the time, but I thought it was normal
supportive talk.After reading the post
on their website about a mama working very hard to bring the baby into the
world (me), I wondered if the labor really had been that hard.Don’t get me wrong, I thought it was DAMN
HARD, but I figured I was just being a wuss or that most women had labors that
long and hard.Or that it was my own
demons (memories of Charlie, fear of going to the hospital and being pressured
to progress or get cut open) making it so hard.I thought I just needed to suck it up and keep going because this was
what every woman went through.Both
Laura and Kristina emphatically said no.Apparently, for a healthy baby and mother labor and birth, it was one of
the hardest they’d ever seen.They said
they had never seen a mother labor so hard and for so long.It made me feel really good that the way I
struggled and pushed myself internally wasn’t because I was a wuss but because
it really was very hard.I pushed myself
with thoughts of the baby I so desperately wanted to hold and see with my eyes
and not just my heart.I pushed myself
to keep going with the knowledge that women have done this for thousands of
years and some have labored harder than others, but they all gave birth.Okay some mothers and babies died, but I was
being well cared for and neither Sorcha nor I were in any danger.I pushed myself with the fear of going to the
hospital and being pressured by protocol.I didn’t think being too tired was reason enough to stop helping my body
labor.Laura, Kristina, and my mom kept
me fed and hydrated which helped keep up my energy and hydration.I knew my body could do it, and I just had to
keep going until it was over.I hung on
through each contraction and pushed myself to keep doing what helped labor
progress.Then I hung on some more
knowing that it would all end eventually and any discomfort I felt was just
temporary.Sorcha was coming.Finally.And no matter how awful it was, all I had to do was hang on and it would
all be over and she’d be here and I’d feel great.And that’s exactly what happened.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Dear Charlie,

It's January 13th. Two years ago today you left us. It seems like so much has happened and yet like it was only yesterday that I held you. I know you're with me everyday, and that helps the missing you. I bought white miniature roses for your anniversary. They are small and pure and beautiful, just like you. You are remembered every day.

A friend showed me this by Jess MaHarry a few weeks ago.

On the back it says, "I am always with you. Be brave, have courage, and love life." Your memorial was on the Jewish New Year of Trees, and as my friend described it, it's the promise of the light to come from the midst of darkness. The dove, well, yeah, you get that symbol. And we're the mother and child. The mother is supposed to say those words to her child, but I have always felt you saying that to me. I do feel you are always with me. My sweet boy. I will be brave and act with confidence as much as I can. I will appreciate life's blessings and embrace them without reservation. I will act with kindness and patience and love. I will love life. And I will live it to the fullest knowing you are with me, by my side.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

It's been a year since we lost you. It's been a year since we held you, lifeless. It's been a very hard year. Since your death, we've welcomed your little brother into our family. Since your death, I've had some serious health problems for months with severe pain, and am finally recovering now. Since your death, your father successfully defended his dissertation and started a new job in another state. Since your death, we moved across country and brought you with us. Since your death, we have missed you and grieved for you. When asked how many children we have, you are always included. I think of you everyday. I try to not think about what I had hoped, and mostly succeed. I try to not relive your brief life, but mostly fail. I remember holding you, growing inside me. I remember holding you, born and lifeless and so small. I loved you with all my heart. I still do. As Father Bob said at your memorial, I look forward to the day when we will be together again and instead of holding you, you will hold me. And I will be healed. Until then, I will always ache for you and be grateful for the love we could give each other. Love is eternal. And so are you.

I remember you. Dada remembers you. Nana remembers you. We'll help Jamie and Renna remember you and we'll help Sean to know you. You are remembered by those who love me. In this way you will live on as more than scars on my body and in my heart.

A yarn colorway was designed in your memory, Glimpse. The sale of yarn in this colorway raised a lot of money to help other heartbroken parents. Sharon, The Yarnista of Three Irish Girls, designed the colorway perfectly with help and input from two other women who asked her to make an expression of the heartbreak and hope of love and recovery and life that parents experience when they've lost a child. It's perfect. In the yellows, I can see your smile shining down on me through my grief, loving me. I knit myself a sweater in it. I wear it and remember you. I feel you near me. I have a shawl in, knit for me by a friend and given to me for Sean's birth. I wear it and think of you. Nana knit a sweater and hat and booties for Sean, in memory of you.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Happy New Year to everyone. We've been getting organized. The stash is organized and the for sale or trade yarn photographed and up on Rav. I worked on getting the yarns I used for old projects updated and stashed and linked to the projects and it's almost done. I still have stash to list on Rav. I haven't photographed it yet, but I'm not sure I'm going to do that. I'm using the stash notes to find projects and updating my queue with notes on the yarn and for whom. We've made a list of crafts to make people for Christmas as well as putting a reminder on the calendar. We've made a schedule so I can get time for working on my dissertation and so Mama can get time for writing. We've made a budget and we think we can basically stick to it. There's no room for anything else, even emergencies, so we're going to keep our lives as simple as possible. We'll be making everything we eat from scratch, including bread (and since I make awesome bread that's no sacrifice) and we won't be eating out at all. We'll be using up stash yarn and fabric. If we can't make it ourselves, we'll see about buying used. And really, it feels great to be living simply and using up what we have instead of accumulating more. We've discovered yarn and fabric we'd forgotten about and tried new recipes we now love and rediscovered old recipes we love. We're making Jamie and Renna a new blanket out of stash fabric. It's double sided, very colorful, and is going to be very warm. And most of the fabric has been in stash for years and now it's being put to good use.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

I started up a 3-5 minute full strength contraction labor pattern Thanksgiving evening around 11pm.It continued throughout the night, keeping me from sleeping.This continued all the next day as well.I was able to knit some, but mostly stayed on the birthing ball trying to get things going in the hopes that this early labor wouldn’t last as long as it did with Renna’s birth.No such luck.I went to bed around 11pm and the contractions spaced out enough for me to sleep a few hours at a time.I woke up at 6am and couldn’t sleep anymore and the contractions were back to every 3-5 minutes, lasting a minute to a minute and a half.The in-laws were taking Jamie and Renna to the Children’s museum, so I knew I’d have some peace and quiet for a few hours.After everyone was up I went back to bed and stayed in the bedroom.I didn’t really want anyone around me.I kept up drinking and peeing and eating, with Mama bringing me food and drinks and checking in on me regularly, and tried to rest when it felt right and move around when that felt right.I expected to want to go in the shower at some point but I didn’t.After the in-laws came back with the kids, they had some leftovers and then left to drive back to Oregon.The kids resisted going to bed.Renna had wanted to be with me as much as possible and wanted even to sleep in my bed while I labored.The moans didn’t bother her much.She seemed to want to comfort me, but seemed to have an understanding that it was okay and what needed to happen.That is what we told her, but she didn’t need any reassurance about it.But she wanted to help me and was upset when Mama and Michael made her go to bed.Jamie was very upset.He didn’t like the moaning.I don’t think he remembered Renna’s birth at all.He came to see me, but would leave pretty soon after a contraction.He didn’t want me to be in pain.He was excited that it meant Sean was coming, but the labor and me being uncomfortable were just things he didn’t like AT ALL.He was the same way when he saw I was in the hospital for the infection.As soon as he got on video chat and saw a hospital bed behind me, his face crumpled and he left very upset and didn’t talk to me again until I was back at Bridget’s house.It didn’t matter that I told him I was okay. Around midnight the contractions were coming about every 2 minutes and lasting a minute to a minute and a half.So we decided to go to the hospital because I didn’t want to be in transition while driving there.Mama and Michael decided he would go with me and she would stay home with the kids.Renna woke up and climbed into bed with Mama pretty much as soon as we left.We got there and checked in around 12:30am.They checked me around 1:30am and I was 5cm, 80%.Not great.Clearly hospital syndrome in effect.I was starting to lose control and having great difficulty dealing with the pain and intensity.While not transition, it was clearly getting there.There was no back labor, this time, but that didn’t seem to matter much for pain level. The doc checked me around 2am and I was 6cm, 100%, and the head was at +2.They moved me to a room around 3am and I walked all the way there taking like 15 minutes, and Oh My God that was awful.After getting to the room I labored sitting up in the bed.I used to like leaning over the bed, but I didn’t like that this time.The doc checked me again just before 4 am, I think.I was 7cm, 100% (still), and at -2.She said I had a lot of amniotic fluid and that was what keeping Sean from coming down.Yeah, amazingly my water hadn’t broken yet.That was like the first thing to go with my labors with Jamie and Renna so I had been surprised it hadn’t yet.So she broke my water and I swear I must have contained the entire Pacific Ocean in there.With every contraction I soaked the new towels and eventually soaked the bed, too.They started bringing in the warming table and getting everything ready for birth, and that made me feel somewhat hopeful that this wasn’t going to go on for another 6 hours.After 6 contractions that were beyond awful with no rest between them, I couldn’t keep from pushing and said so and was getting a bit desperate.They brought the doc in and she checked me again and said there was a cervical lip all the way around and I couldn’t push yet.I tried my best but even what helped me not push with Renna didn’t work at all.The last half of a contraction and my uterus would contract very hard on it’s own and nothing in this world was ever going to stop it.(Apparently there is some debate about whether or not pushing on a cervical lip is really the wrong thing to do or if it just helps to complete dilation, but that’s a discussion for another time.)After 2 or 3 contractions I knew it wasn’t working and said so and asked for help.Begged might be a better word.She checked me again and I had a lip on two sides and she said she’d just push them back.And then I had to roll over because as Sean was turning down the birth canal they couldn’t get a read on his heartbeat with the monitor, and that took some serious doing and I think in the end they had to help roll me over. I tried moaning through it the way I did with Renna but it wasn’t as productive as pushing without moaning, so I tried to do it without vocalizing and it did feel better.After 4 contractions he was born.It was 4:21am.Less than 4 hours after arriving at the hospital.Less than half an hour after breaking my water.They put him on my chest right away.He was purple and I started talking to him and rubbing him.He was moving and lifting his head and gurgling so he was okay, but they asked to take him to the warmer to help get the fluid out and I said okay.He started crying a minute later, but it was a quiet cry.Every sound he made was quiet, but certain.He pinked up quickly and they brought him back to me and he laid there looking around quietly and making little growly noises.Like a bear.Jamie said Sean should be a bear and he was right.So they were working on delivering the placenta, which took a few pushes and got stuck halfway.Fun stuff. I was bleeding a bit more than she was comfortable with, and she said she wanted to give me pitocin to help it and I said fine.It did make the after contractions a bit more owie and of course them pushing on the uterus to help empty it out and shrink it was not the most fun I’ve ever had.So then she was sewing me up for what seemed like forever.I tore just like I had with Renna, third degree back and first degree front. I think it was at that point that I said, “Can I have some pain killer now?”Haha.They gave me fentanol.Ah, the good stuff.Around 5am Sean started nursing and he nursed for the next 2 hours straight.They wheeled us into a room in the maternity ward around 6am and left us alone.I stayed awake and ordered breakfast around 7am when Sean decided he was done eating and went to sleep for what would be a 4 hour nap.Mama came with Jamie and Renna around 11:30am.Jamie came in smiling and so very happy and relaxed and said, “Hi, Mama!I love you!Where’s baby Sean?”Haha!Renna came in and said, “I want to see baby Sean!”They held him and kissed him then sat with me and snuggled a bit.It was wonderful.

It’s been a week and I’m feeling much better.The OB was appalled that I still had the tube and had me call the urologist that day to try to schedule an appointment to get it out.They couldn’t fit me in until this coming Wednesday, so I’m looking forward to getting rid of this damn thing. I may need to have a stent put in so the stoma will heal but he’ll have to evaluate that when the tube actually comes out. They’ll need to take the gallbladder eventually, too.But that will probably be in a few months.I am so thrilled to be feeling better.And I am.The kidney pain is much better now and the tube is capped off and everything’s working properly the way it should.There was no sediment even two days after the birth, which is how I knew I could cap it off and it’d be fine. I’m gaining strength every day.The tube still bothers me, of course, but it’s better.I’m so hopeful to be healthy and normal soon.Until then I’ll be having a babymoon with my little miracle.We sleep very well together, especially on the couch with him on my chest.He still wants to be in the womb, and that’s as close as he can get.And we both love it.

The birth was intense and I wasn’t as composed as I was with Renna’s birth. In early labor Mama took good care of me, leaving me alone when I wanted it and bringing me drinks and food, and staying with me when I wanted her to. At the end, I was the screaming woman in movies who no one wants to be.Seriously. But for a hospital birth, it was very good. The doctor treated me with respect and was responsive and didn't treat me like I was a difficult patient for being a vbac. Perhaps that's in large part because labor was so advanced and progressing so rapidly, but I appreciated it.Michael was helpful and helped me keep what endurance and focus I had.He didn’t promise that things were almost over, he just told me how well I was doing, how strong I was, how every contraction brought Sean closer to us, and got me to breathe.He could tell when I was nearing transition and his calm and confidence really helped me know that things weren’t going to last forever and that it was okay.Although, to a certain extant, I’m not sure how much I heard him sometimes.I was so busy trying to hang on and find that calm place I had with Renna’s and Charlie’s births.Throughout the labor, I wanted to be holed up away from distractions, dangers, people, etc. I think my endurance and pain tolerance were severely impacted by all the pain I’ve been in for the last 4.5 months.I just didn’t have any more endurance left.I just didn’t have the reserves for handling labor the way I wanted.But in the end, I did it.I gave birth to my son.And he’s amazing.Before leaving for the hospital, I told Mama and Michael that I didn’t want to do this again. No more labors.If I was going to have any more children it would have to be a scheduled cesarean because I was done.My boy is eight days old today.And I’ve already decided he’s should have a little brother or sister.